Anonymous Gold

Yeah,

yeah

Who is that behind the curtain,

huh? (hahaha)

I put the gold on your neck,

the platinum on your wall But when the stadium screams,

you're standing ten feet tall I'm in the basement suite,

typing out your deepest pain You get the global tour,

I get a wire in my name Funny how a million views

is quiet on this side Selling off my diary to feed your

giant pride (yeah)

Oh, they love the words you sing

But you don't feel a single thing

(no, not one)

Yeah, they love the words you sing

But it's my pen that pulls the string

I'm a ghost in the penthouse,

living in the dark

Signed away my name but I kept the little spark

You get the glory,

I get the check

But nobody knows who wrote the song yet (shhh)

Saw you on the late-night show,

crying over my hooks

Checking my accounts, yeah,

they love how it looks But royalty statements don't buy back the

fame Another ghostwritten hit with a blank space for my name

You tripped on the bridge but they called it genius style I'm

buying real estate, hiding behind a smile (ahhhh)

I'm a ghost in the penthouse,

living in the dark

Signed away my name but I kept the little spark

You get the glory,

I get the check

But nobody knows who wrote the song yet (shhh)

No credit in the liner notes

Just bank deposits and silence (just silence)

I built your throne

But I sit alone

Just another shadow making hits,

yeah

Signed, your best kept secret (hahaha)